Shutters down,
No windowlight,
Not a single sound.
A scratching quill,
A windowsill;
A couple of flyaway pages.
Scribbling down
My Incoherent muse',
Desperate attempts
At a poem or two.
Trying to find
A you and I
In this world
I've created.
Mar 26, 2016
Mar 26, 2016 at 5:12 PM UTC
Shutters down,
No windowlight,
Not a single sound.
A scratching quill,
A windowsill;
A couple of flyaway pages.
Scribbling down
My Incoherent muse',
Desperate attempts
At a poem or two.
Trying to find
A you and I
In this world
I've created.
